It's 8 pm and I finally made it home. I'm greeted by the sound of a keyboard being played repeatedly. He doesn't seem to stop.
All through the day and night he works. I wonder if he ever gets any rest. I noticed that in the mornings he would go some place that I'm assuming is his job, and then at night he would be up playing around with a bunch of instruments. I swear he doesn't sleep and it's kind of worrying.
I usually try my best to ignore the ruckus that goes on in his house but tonight I just couldn't sleep for anything in the world and he wasn't helping, so I decided to confront him for the first time since I've lived here.
I sluggishly walked over to his apartment door wearing my regular night clothes, shorts, an extra large tshirt and socks.
After a few knocks and me contemplating chickening out of this, he finally opens it.
YOU ARE READING
Caramel Machiatto
FanfictionHe's a struggling producer. She's a struggling art major. They're neighbors in an apartment complex in Seoul, and they seem to always see each other but no one ever said a word to the other, until one day.
